#send them my way 👀

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

So.. uh.. apparently it's Pegtember? 👀 So.. ah.. like.. send me some pegging requests for the ladies? Maybe? 👀👀👀

[ohno-wallace]

And the rest is history 💌

[emmieart]

murdering me in my sleep? yes. declaration of crush? no.

(commissions open on ko-fi)

[1pcii]

Zoro napping while holding his swords like this is something that can be so personal actually

[ind1c0lite]

Being a menace to ur partner and stealing his glasses <33

[mirensiart]

https://www.tumblr.com/hayatheauthor/766322277644222464/10-non-lethal-injuries-to-add-pain-to-your-writing

Saw this post and immediately thought of your pain sharing au

More ideas to torture the boys I guess lol

YEEEEEES

I SAW THAT POST 👀👀👀 I HAVE IT BOOKMARKED FOR A REASON HEHEHE

[good-beanswrites]

Can we just savor this moment of the queue having all the ships of Fuuta and the early 20s folks?

Could it be....?! My guy.... he's finally.....

...getting bitches??!!!???

[benevolenterrancy]

hi! I recently came across your tgcf fics, and I wanted to say you’re a phenomenal creator. the recovery series fic and the gloves fic and just all of them. thank you for your content and great attention to detail.

do you have any thoughts/hcs on FXMQ and Xie Lian you’d be willing to share? within the original story or the universes of your fics!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them! (ﾉ*^▽^*)ﾉ.｡:*☆

hmm, random thoughts about the FXMQ... a silly headcanon: Feng Xin has very much been hoisted by his own petard by heckling Mu Qing! That is to say, he'll harass Mu Qing relentlessly about something stupid only to be confronted with a similar situation and realise that there's absolutely NO way he can act in anyway similar to Mu Qing or he'll never hear the end of it.

(For example, he has tolerated some truly atrocious divine statues in the past because he's heckled Mu Qing so much about how picky he is with his divine statues that there's no WAY he can say ANYTHING without seeing that smug bastard's face in his head so he just has to bite his tongue and tolerate some unspeakably ugly statues.)

Mu Qing doesn't generally suffer from similar overthinking (he'll just prepare to kick FX's ass if he dares to say anything about it) except for things more directly related to himself. I think he genuinely finds sewing/embroidery/etc rather relaxing work but he'd rather die than have anyone ever see him do it because he's made such a big deal about not doing that sort of "servant" work anymore.

(He actually really enjoyed stitching Ruoye back together because it gave him the perfect excuse -- he's returning a favour!! and Xie Lian is hopeless!! of course he had to!! -- and he secretly considered using white thread to embroider some invisible little designs just because he doesn't quite want to stop... only he knew he'd get caught if he messed with Xie Lian's spiritual device like that and gave up the idea)

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

I love your "Make A Friend" fanfic, reafong it religously 🫶

Thank you so much, I've really been enjoying writing it <33333

[miiroren]

entering my villain!yuji era

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Brainrot✨

That's all I can say. This scene has been playing in my head for a few days now, but I couldn't decide if I wanted to go with Trans!Donna for it... or Trans!Daniela...

I went with Donna and a buff gardener, buuuut I really need to write something for Daniela soon 👀

* canon divergence/slight AU

***

"Mm." Donna made a soft sound when you shifted behind her, the morning sun warm across the length of your bodies. "C-cara?"

Her voice was heavy sleep, breath steady. You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to the base of her neck.

"Mornin'."

You'd only known the Countess' personal puppeteer for a few months now, but you'd caught her staring at your muscles from within the gardens quite a few times prior.

"Mm.. morning." She said quietly.

You moved in a little closer and pulled the dollmaker's body flush against yours - spooning her from behind. Her body soft and heavy with sleep. Warm to the touch and reminiscent of a dream. The olive green t-shirt she wore gorgeous against her skin as her ribcage rose and fell beneath it. A slight reposition to your legs allowed the tip of your strap to graze ever so slightly over the back of Donna's inner thigh, making her gasp.

"Sleep well?" You asked in a teasing tone as you kissed the side of her neck, pulling a small whimper.

"M-mhm."

"Mh.. good. Just like you."

A single trace with the tip of your tongue over her ear and her hips bucked back into you, almost forcing the toy exactly where you wanted it.

"Come on, sweet girl. Tell me how good you are."

You roamed your hands over her body - sensually, caressing. Fingertips dancing across her nipples before pulling on them gently.

"Mmph=! .. I-i'm good. So good."

Another kiss to her neck. "Damn right you are."

You allowed your hands to continue their exploration of her flesh in the morning light. Her arms wrapped lazily behind her, grabbing onto your muscles. A slightly louder whimper when your strong hands began their way further down the length of her, not even stopping when they reached the base of her cock and stroked over her womanhood.

"Ah-!"

It was the smallest of sounds, but oh so arousing. The sweet whimpers and noises that you were able to pull from the puppeteer's body never failed to leave you absolutely dripping. A slight shift to her legs to give you better access, a few more pumps to her cock as it twitched in your hand - only to use her own desire to ready the toy that hung from your hips.

"Ready?"

Your voice was husky with want - your own arousal pooling in your core when she nodded.

"Y-yes."

With the hilt pressed firmly against your clit you slowly slid the toy into her, both of you moaning as it made its way further in. Her cock still twitching in your hand as you began to thrust in, Donna's hips grinding back into you. The softness of morning adding a tender melody to your movements - slow and languid - sliding your strap into her with gentle precision. Your experienced fingers stroking over her womanhood in perfect rhythm.

"Such a good, sweet girl."

Donna could only whimper at your praise - tone cracking slightly in need. Her hips becoming more eager as she bucked them back into you, pushing the hilt of the strap deliciously over your clit every time. One hand coming to caress over her breasts from behind as the other continued a steady pump to her cock. The small room filled with nothing but the sounds of stuttered breaths and the exquisite dance of flesh against flesh. With breathy sounds of extasy rolling off tongues once built only for prayer.

But who needed the favor of high priestess' when you had this. When you had moments so perfect they could have been written by the gods. Donna's sweet sounds only growing louder as your hips picked up their pace, forcing your hand to do the same.

"S-so close." She whimpered.

Only this made you growl - softly in her ear. Her own hand coming to her cock as you moved your own to grasp onto her hips and force her back into you. Gasps of pleasure - of absolute bliss - spilling out of her unhindered. Just like the white, hot desire that spilled deliciously from her cock. Your own pleasure peaking as you continued to drive the toy deeply into her - milking every last drop out of your sweet dollmaker that you could.

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[chaos-has-theories]

*fuming with anger*

[familyvideostevie]

yall got comfort fics or what

[saeyoungchoismaid]

DO YALL HAVE MY POST NOTIFS ON

[liass-21]

need more bob floyd content in my life and i need it NEOWWW

[anto-pops]

I'm a die-hard Ominis stan but honestly, the way you write for Sebby....

yes i do the cooking, yes i do the cleaning.

x__x

can't wait for more from you <3

I forget my rights when I stare at either of those Slytherin boys for too long. Like "of course I'll be a stay at home wife and cater to your every burning desire, I would love nothing more" LMAO

But thank you Skara !! I appreciate your endless support, I'm excited to get the next fic out :)) 💕